Just like my bills ever lasting…,
Yes the Electric bill saga continues, as do the Emails back and forth, the endless Correspondence while improving my previous limited English literature is both telling and tiring, I didn’t think at my age I would be still writing endless essays but here we are.
Unsure whether it’s down to my ineptitude or lack of eloquence, I bore greatly of the same subject,(repeating myself almost Sage budgie style., and to be fair I’m sure they themselves are tired of it also, But no matter how often I explain my very odd situation, That infact during the day apart from my one small fridge freezer and the kettle, everything thing else electric without exception is turned off at their sockets,. I’ve explained this over and over till I’m Technicolour about the gills, if your reading this and finding it hard to understand please please for goodness sake and sanity, help me out here and let me know?π I would be much obliged.
I know they are either not understanding, or reading the Emails in their entirity as this morning they replied with my greatest usage is during the daytime..which is strange because as explained and let’s repeat ourselves again for those sitting at the back…during the day everything with the exception of the freezer and kettle is turned off, anything like phone, speakers, tablet runs off three massive house brick sized power banks,( these are charged after 9pm when the cheaper tariff kicks in, I have solar fairy lights, battery lights, candles, and two LED table lamps also only used at night. Are you following me thus far?π. It’s really not hard is it?.
I have washed in cold water daily since april, it’s supposed to be good for your Metabolism, I can well believe this, standing shivering as you pour icy water over yourself not only smacks of some kind of self M&Ms, ( S&Ms) for those of us not adept at Theresa speak….but by the time my body has got it’s core temperature back past Cadaver temp I must have burned off a few calories surely?…π, blue is not my colour though lol.
Clothes, Sheets, even bathroom mats, now double up as a new improved exercise regime, each day I spend time washing by hand, rinsing, then drip drying upon the line outside, (this though is one of the few good experience,s to come out of it all, my laundry even upwards of a week later smells delicious, I’m not sure I want to forego this in a hurry π, even dodging the endless monsoons this summer have been worth the traipsing back and forth. I live totally like some out back woman…I have the large marauding spiders and herd of wood lice to prove it. Some are so cold living here they climb into my bed….yeah I know not for the squeamishπ.
The other good thing I’ve taken from this whole experience, is my love of reading..I cannot afford to go out these days, so most afternoons I live totally vicariously through my books, back in the beginning of January I let on to the fact I set a goal of reading over fifty different genres by the end of the year, I’m well on my way to achieving this, .Books always being a huge escape for me since early childhood, I’ve travelled to many different far off lands, met new cultures, laughed, cried all between the ink filled page..the confines of my walls no longer exist, I’m limited only by time..
There have been other things to come out of this lifestyle, I live a simpler, spend less, want for fewer things, find enjoyment where I can..and despite myself I can..Saturday morning was a prime example, outside was a cool, dark dreary day…the whole sky covered in oppressive grey clouds, they looked heavy and full, no sooner had I turned my back, than the heavens opened, a deluge fell in minutes, I didn’t relish washing myself down in cold water, so I decided to have a wee hint of luxury…I took a bucket from the bathroom, poured in the bottom a liberal amount of my favourite thick mint green shower gel, added a little dettol disinfectant for good measure, by now the kettle boiling away in the kitchen had switched off, I poured it into the bucket, took this into the bathroom, topped it up with cold water.
You cannot begin to know the bliss, of that first pouring of warm minty fragranced water over my skin, instead of holding ones breath waiting for the usual ice cold chill, as I lathered up, I heard myself belting out Proud Mary(Tina Turner), I at once pity my poor neighbours,π but not for too long,, they had a free performance what more can you askπ, . But this small luxurious moment wasn’t quite so small to me, things of this nature no longer are, …that odd Scone with fruit Jam, Bar of shops own brand chocolate, Reading a book, I’m finding appreciation in simple pleasures, an afternoon visit with my sons was all the was to be one of these, well enough from my meanderings whatever your doing take care folks.β€β€β€β€β€β€β€β€β€β€ππππππππβ€β€β€β€β€β€πΉ
